Two Newcomers Chat
Posted on Sat Mar 9th, 2024 @ 3:45pm by Lieutenant Commander Tourik Murphy & Ensign Nim Sheridan
Edited on on Sat Mar 9th, 2024 @ 3:47pm
Mission:
Thunderdome
Location: Mess Hall, USS Chuck Norris
Timeline: Present
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{Mess Hall, USS Chuck Norris}
It had been a busy few days. Lieutenant Commander Tourik Murphy, the ship’s newest Chief Science Officer had recently joined the crew during the last personnel rotation. He felt awkward being around too many unfamiliar faces, so made a point of only eating when he could guarantee an almost empty mess hall.
He walked into the large area and looked around. There were three people in the room. A number he could cope with. There were two security officers finishing off what looked like a couple of burgers with fries on the side, and a young looking intelligence officer. The grey uniform was always a give away for intelligence officers. She looked somewhat familiar to Tourik, but he’d seen that many new faces recently that he couldn’t be sure.
He approached the replicator and ordered his usual. “Irish stew, warm crusty white bread on the side, with lashings of butter.” He may appear as Vulcan outwardly, but he was still an Irish boy at heart. The replicator did its job, and within a few seconds his meal was ready. He took a seat in a quiet corner and started to enjoy the hearty meal of vegetables and meat.
The young intelligence officer had noticed the man enter the mess hall, and had also noticed him taking a seat in a corner of the room. She got to her feet, lifting her tray of sausage casserole and mashed potato, and made her way over to him. “Lieutenant Commander Murphy?”
The Vulcan looked up awkwardly. He hated being interrupted. He especially hated being interrupted when he was eating. “Yes?”
“Ensign Nim Sheridan. Intel officer. We came onboard together a few days ago.” She explained.
“Ah yes, of course.” He knew he’d seen her face before. Her piercing blue eyes and blonde hair were rather unique on the Chuck Norris. His gaze returned to his Irish stew.
“May I join you?” She asked, unsure on whether it crossed the boundaries of norms when it came to ranks.
Tourik looked up again. He tried to hide the annoyance from his face, but wasn’t certain if he was succeeding or not. “If it pleases you, Ensign.” He motioned towards the seat across from him, and the intel officer gladly sat down.
“How have you found it so far? It’s exciting being here, huh? And the crew all seem nice. My quarters are a little cramped, I’m sharing with Ensign Lazar, but she seems nice enough, and…”
Tourik held a hand up, indicating for her to stop talking. “I apologise for my brusqueness Ensign, but I prefer to eat in silence. It helps me to contemplate my duties and prepares me for the evening ahead.”
Nim nodded eagerly, “Sorry, sir. Of course, sir.” She took a bite of her quickly cooling sausage casserole and chewed quickly. She looked around the mess hall and felt her knee starting to bounce involuntarily. She noticed it immediately, and tried to stop it in vein.
Tourik looked up from his Irish stew and raised an eyebrow. “Is there something the matter with your leg, Ensign? Do you require medical assistance?”
Nim smiled and laughed nervously. “I’m fine, sir. I just have this thing where if I get nervous or anxious my leg has a mind of its own. It’ll pass shortly.”
Tourik managed a smile. “I’m glad. I would see no benefit in my needing to carry you to sickbay. At least not until we got to know each other a bit better.” His neutral accent suddenly becoming more Irish.
Nim smiled, and felt her leg relax. “Well, what would you like to know?” She moved her cold food to one side and leaned in closer to the man opposite.
Tourik let out a slight chuckle. “Well, let’s start at the beginning. Where are you from?”
The two officers continued to converse for some time, ending their conversation with a promise to meet again.
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Lt Commander Tourik Murphy
Chief Science Officer
USS Chuck Norris, NCC-4005
